Stone Butch Frankie

Lights shone on your face turned on late at night,
Your seat up high we placed to keep you out of fights.
The laughter outside heard while you laughed inside,
A private joke played on those who are not kind.
The games played at bedtime or during day,
You always won or at least had your say.
Not another like you no matter how hunted shall we find
Although there are plenty around of your kind.
A part of you shall always live in my heart,
I am sorry this life you had to depart.
Tears for you have been wept.






In Memory of Frankie-Bird. Although I picked on having her, I will miss her greatly.